Red POV (+ Not ship btw! And a lot of headcanons are here about Blue-)

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You’ve always known Blue to be meticulous, almost to a fault. He never lets a single speck of dust go unnoticed, and you’ve long since accepted that any mess you make will be swiftly dealt with under his watchful eye.

Still, despite his obsession with cleanliness, he’s never been harsh about it—just persistent. And in the time you’ve spent together, you’ve grown used to his constant fretting. If anything, it’s almost comforting now.

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"Oh, Red, what in the world happened to you?"

Blue's voice is laced with exasperation as he takes one look at you, his expression shifting from neutral to outright distressed. You glance down at yourself, noting the streaks of dirt smeared across your clothes, courtesy of an unfortunate slip in the park. It’s not that bad… right?

"I tripped." You shrug, but Blue is already reaching into his bag, pulling out a pack of wet wipes like a reflex.

"You tripped? Or you dove into the mud?" He clicks his tongue, carefully dabbing at a smudge on your cheek.

"It’s not that serious-"

"Not that serious? Red, you look like you wrestled the ground and lost!"

You sigh, letting his fuss over you because, at this point, there’s no stopping him. At least he cares, even if it comes with an endless supply of cleaning supplies.